Sights Of The Unreal

Infernal

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Irreality, the howling wind
Into the mist, shapes are moving beyond my vision
I don't know what they are
I'm not sure I want to see them

Senseless, a blood moon hovers above
Cacophony stops me from concentrating
Still the cold wind blows
The eyes, they watch me oh, so close

The shapes approach through the mist
I can't, I won't believe what I see
The substance of dreams shows itself
Reaching for me, babbling and growling

Irreality, the howling wind
Into the mist, shapes are moving beyond my vision
I don't know what they are
I'm not sure I want to see them

The stars move fast in the dark sky
I run (but) slow, liquid movements won't help
I close my eyes, wait for the cold touch
Of whatever is going to drive me insane